Kaminski slipped in through the door at seven-oh-eight. His Monster Magnet t-shirt was concealed with a mostly wrinkle-free button-down shirt, and he was wearing his plain black sneakers. Pretty classy, relatively speaking.
Scanning the room, it wasn't that hard to figure out which one of the patrons was his potential financier. He nodded and approached the table. "Hey. You're early," he said, in what could have just as easily been obliviousness as self-deprecating humor.
Just as he was about to slide into the seat across from Zio, the other man stood up and held out his hand. Kaminski caught himself and reached out to give him a brief, firm handshake. "Doug Kaminski. Nice to meet you in person."